Strength Was My Assignment, Rest Is My Season

For a long time, I had to be strong.

Not the kind of strength people celebrate, but the kind you develop when you don’t have a choice. The kind that keeps you standing when support is absent, when life doesn’t slow down for your pain, and when survival becomes the priority. I carried that strength quietly, and for years it shaped me.

But I don’t believe strength was meant to be my permanent state.

I’ve come to understand that because I had to be strong for so long, God has now placed me in a season of rest. Not rest as in doing nothing—but rest as in no longer having to overwork my soul just to exist. Rest as in breathing again. Rest as in alignment.

This is also why I believe God made me an author.

Writing allows me to work without grinding myself down. It allows me to create instead of constantly pushing. It allows me to turn experience into expression and pain into purpose. I’m no longer working just to survive—I’m working from who I’ve become.

Being an author means my voice matters. My pace matters. My story matters. I don’t have to borrow someone else’s platform or represent a system that doesn’t see me. What I produce comes from within, and what I build belongs to me.

I see now that strength was my assignment for a season, not my identity forever. Strength prepared me, but rest is restoring me. And authorship is the bridge between the two.

This season isn’t about proving anything. It’s about honoring what I survived and allowing God to use it—gently, intentionally, and on purpose.

Sometimes rest isn’t a pause.
It’s a promotion. Matthew 25:21 King James Version

²¹ His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord.